Page 95 of Blade

When we got downstairs, I grabbed us both a plate of food to eat quickly before going outside.

“Blade.” I looked up and saw King at our table.

“I need to speak to you a moment,” he said, then walked away toward church.

“I’ll be right back, baby. Wait here and finish up.”

I walked into church, and King was waiting for me, along with Cash and Jack. “What’s up?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know.

“Dec called me this morning. Nicholson is gone,” he relayed, waiting for my reaction.

“Damn. I was hoping to make that happen. How’d he die?” I asked, sitting down at the table.

“He isn’t dead, he’s gone. Disappeared from the hospital.”

Jumping from the chair I just sat in, I slammed my hands on the table.

“WHAT? How the fuck did he get away? He had a guard.”

“There was a commotion with a patient. The guard went to help and somehow, he slipped out.”

“They cuffed him to the fucking bed.”

It was Cash that answered this time, “You know as well as we do how easy it is to slip from fucking cuffs.”

“Yea, but the ones Rachel uses to tie you to the bed don’t count.” Jack snickered, always the joker.

“Dude, no. Rachel is like my sister. I don’t wanna hear that shit.”

Jack laughed louder, and Cash chuckled.

“Enough. With Grant out, we need to keep our eyes on Beck.” King looked at me sternly. “You talk to her yet?”

Shifting on my feet, I didn’t want to have this conversation.

“Not yet. We, uh, didn’t talk much last night and then overslept this morning.”

“Overslept, huh?” Jack teased, grinning.

King growled in Jack’s direction, then turned toward me.

“Get it done,” he said in a voice that let me know if I didn’t tell her he would.

I nodded.

“We were gonna talk this morning, but we actually overslept,” I reiterated, side-eyeing Jack. “I’ll talk to her after the run.”

“Make sure you do.” I looked at King, wondering why he was so insistent.

Since Becca arrived, he had taken a shine to my girl, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.

One thing I knew, I didn’t like it.

“There something I need to know?” I asked, looking him over, thinking I could find the answer he wasn’t saying.

“Willow is family. That makes her family. We don’t screw over family. She needs to be told the truth and soon, before you dig yourself so deep you can’t climb out. I don’t want to see her hurt. She’s been through enough of that, don’t you think?”

Shit, he was right.

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